As I grabbed my backpack and stepped out of the dad’s jeep, I stared at my new high school. Transferring to a new high school as a senior, I knew I was going to have a hard time adjusting to my new environment. As I approached the school’s front door, I said to myself, “The joys of having a father in the military. Always moving, learning how to adapt wherever I go because of his job.” It’s not going to be easy this time, but I knew I could do it. I took a deep breath and opened the school’s front door.
As soon as the door opened, I was amazed by the parade of students walking in the main hallway. I’ve never seen so many students weaving through the corridors at my previous high school. I didn’t know where to go, but luckily for me, I knew from experience that a map awaited me in one of the school’s offices. I walked to the closest office and found a map sitting on the first shelf I gazed at. I grabbed the map, studied it, and understood the layout of my school in a matter of minutes. After years of back-to-back moves I’ve learned both the art and science of navigating in a new environment.
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There was a bench nearby so I sat on the bench and began to think about how my senior year was going to turn out. At first, I was worried about what the future held in store for me at my new school, but then I realized that I had to make the best out of my situation. I couldn’t let any problems that I had yet to encounter ruin my senior year. I promised myself to make my senior year the best year I’ve ever had in any school. I couldn’t let the sorrows of leaving my old high school consume me. I had to let them go and learn to deal with the upcoming challenges before me. Hopefully, senior year would be a good time for me to fondly remember the past, but focus primarily on the future. The bell rang, and I smiled as I began to walk to my first